The monster finally let him go. Her ragged nails scraped as they fell away from his side. He scrambled upward, but he struggled to see the handholds in the dark after the lid of the well closed. He could hear what he was dreading: the slimy sounds of limbs climbing up the slippery walls, unnaturally fast.

"She's catching up!" It was partly pain, but mostly adrenaline, that made his voice snarl.

The spilling of his blood had returned his power, but he didn't think to try activating One For All until he reached the top. In desperation, he rammed his shoulder into the thick stone lid keeping them all prisoner.

It flew high and far across the copse, lodging half into the ground with a deep THUD.